She knew that Gem Atkinson didn't often smile, but when he did, nine out of ten women would fall in love with him. As for the remaining one, she would undoubtedly become infatuated and obsessed with him.
"Gem Atkinson."
"Hmm?"
"Actually, for me, if it's mine, I have to grasp it."
Gem Atkinson raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at her with a gentle smile, stretched out his hand to twirl her hair, and said, "Hmm, there's no doubt about that."
"Have I ever told you that I love you?"
"It depends on when."
